After Hearing the Rain

with the dew
of a heavy rain—
the scent of ozone
lingering still
a bird cries
somewhere in a nest—
her shattered child
the gate has opened—
I walk through
looking for salvation
these are the souls
who wander
the desolate streets—
I search their eyes
they do not see
in the street
after a heavy rain—
a moment of heat
there is an invisible string—
I pull it, along the street
lifting me through
the lingering mist
human shapes
have scattered in a pattern
along a random path
all of them—
in this moment of conquest
the subjugated, the fallen
are still here
and no one hears

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